Thursday, November 23, 2023

"MY SOUL DOG"


My Beloved, Majestic One True Love Sunday Jean:

Marking the first two weeks without you by my side.

Crying every night reaching for the spot on the bed where I used to rest my hand on your back.

Weeping every morning not seeing you rustle around groggy while I prepare to leave for work. Giving you a scratch message to wake you up.

Hearing your teeth clink against the water bowl as you slurped up every drop.

Still saying goodbye to you...telling you I love you and watch the house for me. 

Blowing 3 kisses in the wind, which were meant for your soft face no longer pressing against mine.

I've been trying to continue walking our route every evening, able to make it through tonight without shedding a tear.

I sprinkled your ashes every block or two last week at your favorite marking spots....remembering you were at my heel every step, even though your arthritis made it a struggle as your life neared the final laps.

Always remember: Shy of 20 years, you were the most devoted, dutiful, determined dog, with strong convictions, extremely patient, attuned to me, adoring, conscientious, playful, smart, happy, protective, praise motivated, had unstoppable prey drive, boundless runner & agility, and a dedicated walker.

By age 2 you learned 30 words, were incredibly smart, perceptive, able to communicate with me with a glance of your emotional, brown eyes. 

At 16 lbs and much later 13 lbs, you were a real Tuffy. Whether a 190 lb man, or 70 lb German Shepherd, if you felt they were out of line you had no problem putting them in their place. You were unruly about it.

I am sorry that JR coming into my life in the last 4 years interfered with our union, and closeness. 
He was a bad man. 
You detected it early on, and expressed it up till the very end. 
I suffered. And so did you. For that I am truly sorry. 

The last 6 months was just you & me like old times. Sleeping on my chest. 

Being a baby and wanting me hand feeding you.

Wrapped in my arms we danced in the sunshine. 

Ate Pistachio ice cream, nibbled on peanut butter cups, drove with your head hanging out of the window.

Aahh....life was bittersweet...as I could see it ending.

I love you Fronky, Skittles, Lil Fella, Donkey, Cutie Canootie, SJ, PaPa and will never forget your pawprint on my heart.


Aunty xoxoxo


10.OCTOBER.2022

Sunday, December 30, 2018

"A SONNET FOR SUNDAY"


To My Lil Fella,                                                                                                   My companion even when there's no fanfare.

My father, 
My mother, even though they died long ago, your warmth only they would know. 

My friend till the last grain of sand, you've become a stand-up man.

My sister,  
My brother, as well as we know each other you'd think we were lovers.

My moonbeam, always brighten my day with a hello from your tail, a bark at the mail.

My confidant, 
Even when I'm upside down, you transform into a Vaudeville clown.

My partner in crime, 
Always first climbing vines towards adventuresome times. 

My sweet litlle froggy,
With your chicken legs and  still loves to beg.

You'll be 16 in April,
Fifteen Christmas' together, and our birthdays we have weathered. 

My donkey, 
Once striding by my side as soon as a foot is out of the door.

My furry lamb,
You'd rather stay in because now you get cold and legs maybe cramp.

My walk has slowed its pace,
The soft glow of age has covered our face. 

This tribute is for you my bugaloo,
Your eyes follow me through time, even if your ears can no longer hear the windchimes.

My doggy till the end,
Thank you for teaching me how to be patient....and to bend.

My love for you knows no bounds,
And I'm quite happy you're a Poodle and not a hound.

Put your paw in my hand lil' Papa,
And let's see what's in store for this next....chapter. 



Happy New Year! 

Love, Aunty XO

Copyright, R. B. Stuart December 2018

Thursday, May 4, 2017

“FROM ASIA WITH LOVE”

The Compassion Project
By R. B. STUART
                                      Pumpkin #23


For Visitors, Volunteers, Fosters and Adopters who graciously give their time and support to the Asian Rescues at The Animal Hope and Wellness Foundation. My hope is to assist you in understanding the trauma and torment of the Canine abuse survivors you love and care for. To not view, Marc Ching’s slaughterhouse pictures, the video’s or read his Facebook posts at least once, is to avoid their abuse, while ignoring their experiences. The below is meant to provide you with that missing link to their recovery and survival. To give you the scope necessary in order to understand their plight---fully,


The beautiful, innocent creatures rescued from Asia by Marc Ching and brought to America in the hopes of finding for the first time, a gentle hand, a compassionate heart, understanding, commitment and love in a fur-ever home---is our goal for them.   
The resilient, courageous slaughterhouse survivors of the Asian, Dog Meat Trade, are given another chance at life in a foreign land from which they were born, victimized and traumatized. Through the Grace of God and trust in Marc, they have survived extreme torture and abuse that the average human could never recover from---but “they” have. Although not all make a full recovery, nor ever make the journey to Los Angeles, so the Asian Dogs you’ll meet and share your homes with are the “lucky ones.” The others…too severe to survive, have returned to their creator on the wings of angels. Where they watch and protect their pack mates from above.     
I preface this in such a way, to bring awareness to those noble Souls who will commit their lives to an Asian Rescue from The Compassion Project, a Dog who may capture your heart, or who may sniff you out and desire to share their world---pleasing you. But getting there---will take work…
These are not average American domesticated Dogs or American Rescues who understand English, enjoy car rides, obey commands, retrieve a ball, jump to catch a Frisbee, swim in the brisk waves of the ocean, lick the ice cream off a child’s face, sit for a treat, or roam freely in a backyard---YET.
No, these Dogs are ultra-special, survivor’s from a war of sorts, with battle scars, some visible, some not. Experiencing the darkest of nights, shivering with fear, hungry, thirsty for affection, sleeping in bloody terror that worsens when they wake.   
They need empathy, guidance, patience, respect, unconditional love, understanding, limitations, boundaries, structure, rules, a strong pack leader with calm, assertive energy.
They don’t comprehend English, they don’t know basic commands, they have never been on a leash, they’ve never been on a walk, aren’t familiar with grass, blow dryers, stairs, bathtub’s, cars, fire hydrants, bicycles, tree’s, motorcycles, trucks, or screaming children. 
They are sensitive, psychologically scarred, emotionally damaged, some are insecure, some have the physical limitations of three limbs.
So if you feel you have the fortitude to enrich the life of an Asian Rescue, please keep the following in mind. And remember, their exposure to slaughterhouses wasn’t years ago---but merely weeks ago:
                                                            Maggie #24

§      They need a peaceful, safe, calm environment with their own special area for sleeping and feeding. Establishing routines and repetition is important (it takes 100 times for a dog to learn something).


§      Until they are acclimated to their new environment; they should not be left alone for hours in crates, cages, cars, apartments, locked in bathrooms, left in a fenced in backyard (chained or unchained), or near swimming pools.    


§      Until they respond to simple commands and feel secure in their new life, they may not be ready to socialize with other American domesticated pets who already know the drill. Avoid groups of people, parties, concerts, events, loud noises. Please don’t leave your Asian Rescue with family or friends while they are still learning their environment. As they may not be as sensitive to understanding the plight of a dog recovering from abuse.  


§      Never hit or scream at an abused dog to reprimand. They have experienced severe physical abuse and you want to gain their trust, not make them fear you. They were brought to America to never be exposed to pain and suffering again….not to have the pain and suffering continue.


§      They may be food or toy aggressive, as they’ve had to fight for food in the past, and have never had their own toys before. So be aware when feeding or playing. 


§      Don’t push yourself onto your Asian Rescue. Let them come to you and learn to trust you. If they’re hovering in a corner with a distant stare, or under a table, coax them out maybe with food, but never force them by pulling on a leash or collar, or pushing them into a crate, especially a fearful dog as its only way to protect themselves is by using their teeth. They are still recovering mentally from the stresses of what they saw, smelled, felt and tasted, just like a War Hero, so they may need the time to just sleep, rest and heal. Be peaceful, sit by them on the floor and read a book or the like…with enough dedication they’ll come to you when they sense you are not going to harm them. He/she may begin following you around the house or licking you, which is a good sign as they are bonding.    


§      Don’t overstimulate too quickly with brushing their coat, a message, a belly rub or constantly patting them, hugging them, prodding their bodies inspecting their eyes / ears / mouths / tail / toenails. Nor finger the incisions from their scars or surgeries. Let them heal from that experience of being torched, beaten, hung, boiled or amputated. Allow their body to recover from the numbness of beatings, to enjoy a soft hand. With amputated dogs, they’ll need to relearn how to walk on three legs, and strengthen their muscles to do so. Their balance is altered. Let them learn how to recalibrate their body with a missing limb. They are struggling too, and trying to adapt in a new world. 


§      Have plenty of patience with house breaking. The Asian Rescue was never taught about going to the bathroom on newspaper, a wee-wee pad, or grass. Asian Rescues aren’t accustomed to walking on grass, so it may take some time for them to realize that’s where they’re supposed to “GO.” Carpeting has the same feel under their paws as grass, so you must teach them the difference. Until you’re certain they’ve learned how to hold-it and go the bathroom outside, leave newspaper / wee-wee pads on the bathroom floor, or somewhere away from their food.   


§     Many may “hold it” during a walk, but go to the bathroom when they come back in. So bring treats outside with you, and when they go to the bathroom outside praise them “good pee-pee or good poopy” and give them a treat. Create a word and use it consistently so they can learn that the word is associated with going to the bathroom outside---I use the word OUTSIDE! when I grab his harness and leash. Take them out when they first wake, throughout the day, before bed, especially after a meal within 15 minutes or so. A dog should urinate once for every hour it has held it while in the house. If your dog’s been holding it for 4 hours, then expect him to pee 4 times when he’s out. 6 hours / 6 times and so on. But never let your dog hold it for more than 10 hours as it affects the kidneys. You’ll need to create a solid routine by taking him/her out so they’ll understand what you want. Eventually he’ll learn “to wait”  / “hold-it.”   
  

§     The Asian Rescue may be afraid of unusual sounds or items that they aren’t familiar with: plastic bags, statues, people - men or women, children, people wearing hats, other dogs, cats, slippery wood floors, being bathed, the car, wind from a car window, sound of siren’s, a smoke alarm, an alarm clock, the ring of a cell phone, the ticking of a toaster oven timer, the television screen sights/sounds, doorbell, knock at the door, rain, thunderstorms. So always be prepared and be cautious while they learn a new environment, it’s different from the prison walls and cement they know so well.   
                                                              Dalilah  #25

There are a select few Asian Rescues that have adjusted to their new American life quickly, while others need a longer recovery time. You will need enormous patience, And please don’t give up and leave them isolated in a room, crate, or yard, or give them away to a shelter because it was too difficult. That wasn’t the future Marc promised them.  
So spend time with them at the AHWF center, walk them, sit with them, take them home for a day, a night, a weekend or two, or three before you commit to adopt. Take turns with different dogs to be absolutely sure. They may be timid, skittish, outgoing or aggressive at first, but after your dedication, training, gentle hand, understanding and love, good food, clean water, and walks will build their self-esteem---you’ll see them transform into a gentle, smart, balanced, happy, friendly and well behaved pet. Eventually as you develop a healthy bond, smiles will appear on their face, a tail will wag when they see you. The play time, cuddling and belly rubs you’ve always wanted will be yours…as you have nurtured your Asian Rescue into a domesticated American dog---a loyal companion---and fur-ever friend.   
                                                             Molly  #26 
                                    

     With Love and Gratitude       ----From a Fellow Abuse Survivor, R. B. STUART
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Tuesday, December 6, 2016

I SEE YOU...Clyde

Guest Writer
The PetStaurant
The Animal Hope & Wellness Foundation
Sherman Oaks, CA.
Founder, Marc Ching:  


Clyde #13



My name is Clyde,

I am from a torture chamber in Tangshan China. I had a brother that died in emergency from dismemberment, and a sister that was boiled alive.

While hospitalized, I almost died from a parvo outbreak in the vet due to the poor care of my administering hospital. My journey and the great lengths I pushed through to survive and make it to America - unspeakable.

I am a torture chamber survivor.

From a place so dark that after witnessing the ways dogs like me are tormented, Marc's translator became suicidal trying to take his own life. In my short time here on Earth, I have lived both day and night with my flesh muffled in the screams of those that stood tortured before me.

Today was a victory for the man I call my savior. Today was a victory for the man who risked his life to pull from the red sea beneath, to pull from a place where once a dog enters, they never leave.

I am an American now. A holocaust survivor. And just being able to hold those words deep inside me. Just being able to breathe free air has become this immense sigh of relief. I cannot tell you how grateful I am to be in this country.

I am in a land where a dog like me has a future. Where my story and the place my feet have pressed upon - that I will become a voice to all those who lost their life before me.

My name is Clyde, and I am an Animal Hope and Wellness Foundation miracle. Yesterday when Marc held me in his arms. Yesterday when Marc pulled my flesh close to his crumbling heart - tears pushed through the pores of his skin in the same way that his soul had been stolen.

The only difference this time, each droplet was a poem that fell off me from the sky. A thousand silent words - signifying a thousand dying cries. The words breathed into me at the moment of my liberation, they will forever be a part of me.

 "Let me lead you out of darkness... Believe."

 
 
Rescued Dec. 2015 from a Dog Meat Slaughterhouse in Tangshan China - Marc Ching from The Animal Hope and Wellness Foundation saved Clyde and over 200 other dogs like him from near death situations.

With the help of Shannon Keith from ARME, Clyde landed at Los Angeles International Airport yesterday, one of eleven dogs that became Americans.

Sunday, November 6, 2016

I SEE YOU...Violet

Guest Writer
The PetStaurant
The Animal Hope & Wellness Foundation 
Sherman Oaks, CA.
Founder, Marc Ching:  


Violet #14


My name is Violet,

 

I am an abuse survivor that was rescued by Marc Ching and the Animal Hope and Wellness Foundation approximately three months ago in Los Angeles.

 

My former owner tied me by my leash to his bike, and being dragged on concrete ripped much of the skin off of my body. Because of my injuries, my dermis became severely infected with bacteria and fungi, and I almost died. Since then I have been in The Animal Hope Wellness Foundation's rehab program.

 

Coming from a life of abuse and a situation that I had to be so enduring of, I wondered if I would ever live a life free of persecution. Why people look to hurt animals, why people seek to hurt the innocent - I cannot tell you. All I can say is that I am here waiting to find my place in the world. That I have had to be so enduring of darkness, and so patient waiting to find the one thing everyone one in the world so desperately searches to find - Love.

 

I am fully rehabbed and healthy - ready to be rehomed. My name is Violet, and I am an animal cruelty survivor. Mom and Dad, be the gift of love that I need to piece me back together. Be the breath within my lungs that pulls together the heart that remains shattered.

 

Mom and Dad, come for me...

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

I SEE YOU....Holly

Guest Writer
The Animal Hope & Wellness Foundation
The PetStaurant

FB - The Animal Hope & Wellness Foundation 
Sherman Oaks, CA.
Founder, Marc Ching:


The Compassion Rescue Mission     

                                            
                               Survivor: Holly #22 - Seeks a Home in June 2016 



"I aged a lot in these last five months. When I stare at my face, I barely recognize the skin that I was born to.

When I lift my hands to catch tears that dry into the earth, I barely remember what it is like to feel my face. To press my flesh against your lips. To breathe in moments. To have my mouth consume your sweat.

We die trying to find ourselves. Die - in the same blade that cuts bone from skin. I cannot see straight. I cannot think. But I know in the end, I cannot give up on them. I have come too far. Sacrificed too much.

This morning when I woke, I decided one last trip. A final break into the abyss. Into blood that divides and pulls from the night, words that have no definition or end.

There is no way for me to describe, the toll this has taken on both my soul and my heart. At night sometimes, I sit alone in the dark. My hands at war with shadows my fingers animate. The way we prod. The way we use silhouettes. The way I think I deserve to die in torment.
 
I remember the lives lost. I remember the mouths I could not save. And no matter what I do, I know you cannot change it. I know we cannot go back into time. I know we cannot unbirth death.


My last stand. June 2016. The final breath. My peak into the sky. The breaking of the horizon and my mouth into the dying. After this, there will be nothing left. No name. No face. But with the one life I live, if who I am can save them.

 
History. Fucking history.
 
(The dog in this picture, I named her Holly. A survivor of one of the most extreme torture and cruelty situations. I will bring her back with me in June 2016. Where she will live as a symbol - of how light overcomes darkness. Destiny.)"   ###Marc Ching

 
 
In the eight months that I've known Marc, I have forced myself to glimpse the razors edge of his first hand experiences of horrifying, barbaric, heartbreaking torture of our beloved Dogs---through the visual account from his journey's of the underworld of slaughterhouses in Asia. I can no longer turn a blind eye or deaf ear---if all he asks in return is awareness. While he is blanketed by the numbness of suffering, muffled screams, splatters of blood---the agony brought about by meat cleavers that not only penetrate the bones of these defenseless, beautiful forgiving creatures--but reach the marrow of their Souls.

If he can stand stoically in his conviction, like a Viking on the battlefields, and not ask anything from us except to view what he has absorbed in his flesh, drank with his eyes, and sacrificed his heart and psyche for---the sites and sounds glued to him, the muck of darkness and devastation, the mire of evil that haunts him hours, days, weeks after he comes home. 

If he can withstand that, even though his heart remains raw, his knees wobbling---then "I can" look, watch, see, hear, cry, obsess over the images, their furry bodies, their innocent faces, their hollow eyes as death hovers over them---with the same love that Marc has---that propels him forward to recue the ones stolen in the night, awaiting for someone, anyone to find them and bring them.....home.  ---R .B. Stuart     


 

Friday, March 11, 2016

I SEE YOU...Hanoi

Guest Writer
The Animal Hope & Wellness Foundation
The PetStaurant

FB - The Animal Hope & Wellness Foundation 
Sherman Oaks, CA.
Founder, Marc Ching:


The Compassion Rescue Mission                                                            

3 March 2016:


                                   Hanoi, Vietnam: Torturing with a Smile #21
 
It's love that guides me. It's my past that pushes me to find my future. It's the suffering. The darkness that as a people we cannot leave behind, nor forget.

That is what makes us who we are. That is what builds our heart into who ever it is we are destined to become. Tears. Breaking parts. The greatest love song.

When I am there. When I see their blood spill to the floor from their skin. When I feel them take their last dying breath - the darkness, it consumes me.

I rescue, because in the end it is me whom I am rescuing. I rescue, because in that one moment when you stand that close to death, you find exactly who you were meant to be.

Chaos is defining.

In death, I see liberty. In death, I make a choice to give them a chance to die in peace.

Today I rescued 21 dogs. Four of them had no legs. Two I saved shackled and chained the moment fire was set to them. Six died as we brought them from darkness into light. Five had their chests cut opened, died in the van on the way to emergency.
 
 
In the end, I hope they knew I came to save them. That when they left this Earth, they left knowing that someone loved and cared for them. That a piece of who they were passed through my skin. A piece I pass to you. A piece I pass to my own children.

For the first time since I started doing this, I broke into the darkness. While my knees still buckled to the concrete beneath. While my eyes still shattered into a thousand tears that pieced through the hearts of those that stood there dying. I found who I was. I rescued. For those that could not be saved, I was peace.

I documented. And when I left with the dogs I came to liberate, my mind took solace in the fact that soon I will have the pieces I need to finish my media campaign.


Because if you could stand there with me. If you could hold my bleeding heart in your veins. If you could watch what I call the end of humanity. The death and darkness, it is so compelling, they would have to enact laws to change it.

I believe, because I see it. I believe, because I breathe in darkness - and it is terrifying.

Stand with me. Break into the Earth with me. Die with me. Take this journey into hell with me. Hold my hand when I come back bleeding. Tell me that in the end, that the suffering will be worth it.

One country, and three slaughterhouses less. I leave North Vietnam to Thailand in the morning. ###Marc Ching



When a nation teaches its children that torture, abuse, crucifixion and slaughter of a domesticated, defenseless animal capable of kindness, joy, love and protection---its elders owe society the recalibration of its moral compass of wisdom and intelligence that senseless abuse is no longer acceptable in a world were there are other forms of food. I highly doubt if the caveman or Egyptian's ate their immortalized canine companions etched for millennia on the walls of ruins. This barbaric, unconscionable act of disfiguring and dismembering dogs for profit while they remain alive---is evil to say the least. Let us not turn away or forget the tragedy our lovely furry packages encounter daily on the other side of the moon.... ---R. B. Stuart  


 

Saturday, February 27, 2016

I SEE YOU...Rescue Them

Guest Writer
The Animal Hope & Wellness Foundation
The PetStaurant

FB - The Animal Hope & Wellness Foundation 
Sherman Oaks, CA.
Founder, Marc Ching:


                                                                 Vietnam:
                       Marc Ching Bowing before a Tortured and Cremated Dog #20


The Compassion Project:
 
My trip is set. Five countries in nine days.

The most intense, and probably the most grueling journey I have set upon in regards to liberating dogs, that cannot liberate themselves.

I will visit a total of eleven slaughterhouses, two dog farms - all in a nine day expanse. My aim and goal, to rescue and save whomever it is that I can. But also to work to obtain the footage I believe I need in order to push governments to enact change.
 
Because if I could take you there. If you could hear the way they use their words to ask for mercy.

If you could stand with me there. If you could hold my hand as the Earth pulls their exploding hearts from my reach. You would bleed the same tears I bleed. And in the end, at that moment when you and I face death - you would have no choice but to face it with me.

Because once you see it. Once your skin is stained in the stench that dismembering a dog alive leaves across your chest - who you are, it will be the same tattooed sleeves that hold these dying dogs in my arms.

When I press my feet into that place. When who I am journeys pass the divide that separates humanity from the inhumane, I find my skin flush against a blade.
 
I stand there. On that precipice - breaking into the wind like ice falling from the sky to my knees. It was my chest they cut open. It was my palms that they nail gunned crucifying my hands into walls.

I have to be the one to save them.

North Vietnam. Cambodia. Thailand. Yulin China. South Korea. 5 countries. 11 slaughterhouses. 9 days.

May my heart, and may my wanting to do good keep me safe. May I find my way back home to my children and my family. May the goodness inside of me, may I not lose the best of who I am to darkness.

Freedom... it begins March 2nd 2016.
 
 
Let the tears I push through my skin, and the way I live my life - be the way in which I am remembered. My name is Marc Ching. This is the heart of rescue. And I am the Animal Hope and Wellness Foundation.

I die, because someone has to die to save them. Rescue me.  ###Marc Ching
 
 
Please spread the courageous, selfless work of Marc Ching. He stands in the blood of these victimized dogs so we don't have to, he hears their desperate pleas for the pain to end, he see's the suffering and abuse South East Asia won't acknowledge...he brings home their tortured Spirits hoping their Soul is reborn into the loving, compassionate arms of humanity.  ---R. B. STUART
 
 
 

Sunday, February 21, 2016

I SEE YOU....Yubi Fox

Guest Writer
The Animal Hope & Wellness Foundation
The PetStaurant
FB - The Animal Hope & Wellness Foundation 
Sherman Oaks, CA.
Founder, Marc Ching:
 

                                      South Korean Slaughterhouse Survivor:
                                  Rescued, Rehabilitated, Ready for Adoption
                                                           Yubi Fox #19



My name is Yubi Fox,


I am a dog with a past so dark, that most dogs where I am from - never live to speak or tell of their story. While I was not born in this country, my short time here has been a dream that I never even believed could be possibility.

Marc rescued me from one of the most violent slaughterhouses in South Korea. It took me a long time to make my way to the states because the injuries sustained - I needed time to heal. While I am no longer cut open and torn, my heart is still pieces that fall to the Earth beneath me.

At night when I lay down to sleep, I wonder if people or other dogs ever live through a darkness this deep.

Since being in America, I was adopted out once to this great family. And even though I was brought back to the foundation, Marc had to teach me why people shed tears, and why they were still a good family. He said that my destiny is about achieving perfection. And while that home may have seemed like a great home, things have to work for both me and the family.

I have issues. And I guess if you were submerged in darkness. I guess if your flesh was ripped open by the hands of man - you would have issues too. I need time. Not to heal my skin or the bones within me, but my soul.

Teach me how to pull it back inside.
 
It is strange, how when I think of where I used to be. How you never believe that life can hold this kind of possibility. I was beat. My body was thrown against concrete. Everyday I wondered if this would be the day I died. Everyday I sat there, closing my eyes believing that if I could not see monsters - they could not take my life.

In the end I was right. In the end he came to save me. My name is Yubi Fox, and I am up for adoption at The Animal Hope and Wellness Foundation. I deserve the dream that people chase on the other side. I deserve to find my soul, and pull it back inside.

Teach me that the world is not a place of infinite suffering. Rescue me. ###Marc Ching
 
 
This 1.5 year old girl seeks the patience of a loving understanding heart, kind hands, and peaceful, tranquil home to help her overcome the darkness of abuse and torture. Someone who is committed to giving Yubi Fox a life she never knew was possible. She found the courage to survive a horror that no living being should ever endure---do you have the courage to love her the rest of the way....  ---R. B. STUART